Sci Fi

Where I'm From, We Eat Our Parents
His name is not "Fiend." Her people don't have the right mouths, so whenever Clarissa says her name sounds wrong. People's lips make it sound like "Fiend." The homonym is not appropriate, but he is patient with her. You will tolerate anything about Clarissa.
By Anisha dahal4 years ago in Fiction
Neon
A large neon koi swam at a crossroads, followed by a dry cleaning service announcement. I could not remember what the name of the place was, but I always liked to drive past Fifth avenue of fish. Tonight it was no different.
By Anisha dahal4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 2
Two Days Earlier: Monday, April 20, 2015 The New York City subway system was unpredictable tonight. The train signals were behaving like a moody teenager. It took more than two hours to get home from Morris Park in the Bronx to my apartment on the Eastside in Manhattan. A trip I usually made in minutes on a typical night.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
2096
This is the back story for my short's, books and game. The table top role playing game has just launched on Kickstarter. It is only a part of a world I want to share and build with everyone.
By Omar Schrayter4 years ago in Fiction
2096 SFS VI Green Light
This was meant to be part VI of the 2021 SFS but I never got around to releasing it. For various reasons that I don’t want to go into at the moment. But here it is. I figure I will at least put some shorts up occasional. Only somewhat edited if that. So I am sure there are mistakes in punctuation and wording, so don’t be to judgmental. I just want to share my world with you.
By Omar Schrayter4 years ago in Fiction
Sleepwalker
I have taken the pills. I hope they kick me out before Jupiter comes and kills me. Sitting on my loose mattress, a notebook on my lap, a football point in my hand, I decide how I should finish the book.
By Saroj Rana4 years ago in Fiction
I Can Be a Hero Too
Dad wears tight straps in seven-league boots as he tends to stretch Mom's rough, black hair. Like gold threads. Precious. "Oh, Besslynn, your mother would be so proud," said my father, helping me tie the ropes. "Who would have thought that our people could have such magic."
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Fiction
They Do It with Robots
"Men and ladies, although all participants are consensual adults, the last act of the evening is illegal under United States law," the publisher said. "Fortunately, our ship is over a mile of twelve miles, so we're in the world."
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Fiction
Nothing To Sneeze At
"And are you really there?" Asked Felicity looking around the room. "Why do you think we are wearing masks?" Said, Mark.
By Saroj Rana4 years ago in Fiction
The Terrible
Terrible has fitted him with a special conveyor belt. It carried the Invulnerabella, moving toward the fiery furnace of metalworks, with its muscular arms flexing with carbon-titanium cables. His curse robbed him of his strength whenever he was arrested; the story was just glamorous. His trap would be to plunge him into the very tools that make up the ropes. It was the worst, most horrible sentence ever handed down to him.
By Saroj Rana4 years ago in Fiction
Everlasting
In the morning you find a farmers' market blossoming with flowers and fruit on the sidewalk. Chariots and tables point to the area with their elbows, advertising chard, sunflowers, and lots of crabs. The bridge above beats its unusual heartbeat as the cars run forward over the concrete planks.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler's Blues
July 27, 2018 Miami, Florida “Hey Jake! Are you going to come inside and watch the Mars landing or what? Neil deGrasse Tyson is about to take his first step on the surface.”
By Aime Wichtendahl4 years ago in Fiction